Book 33. (1 results) Rebels of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 37 | I was sure it was no coincidence that Lord Akio had chosen the path he had, for the Pani garden is not merely designed to appeal to the eye, ear, and scent, but to do so in a certain progression, this progression depending on the time of year. |
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Book 33. (7 results) Rebels of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 34 | We continued on our way, occasionally crossing a rivulet of water on a small, railed wooden bridge, between flowering shrubs and patches of bright flowers, some of which were terraced amongst steps of rocks. |
| 15 | 35 | Colorfully plumaged birds occasionally fluttered overhead. |
| 15 | 36 | The Night Singers were now afield, but would return in the evening to proclaim and defend their small territories. |
| 15 | 37 | I was sure it was no coincidence that Lord Akio had chosen the path he had, for the Pani garden is not merely designed to appeal to the eye, ear, and scent, but to do so in a certain progression, this progression depending on the time of year. |
| 15 | 38 | Such things, as the notes of a melody, are most pleasing when experienced in a certain order. |
| 15 | 39 | Ela, I felt, there is so much here with which I have so little to do. |
| 15 | 40 | How much here, I thought, must be wasted on, and lost to, a barbarian sensibility. |
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We continued on our way, occasionally crossing a rivulet of water on a small, railed wooden bridge, between flowering shrubs and patches of bright flowers, some of which were terraced amongst steps of rocks.
Colorfully plumaged birds occasionally fluttered overhead.
The Night Singers were now afield, but would return in the evening to proclaim and defend their small territories.
I was sure it was no coincidence that Lord Akio had chosen the path he had, for the Pani garden is not merely designed to appeal to the eye, ear, and scent, but to do so in a certain progression, this progression depending on the time of year.
Such things, as the notes of a melody, are most pleasing when experienced in a certain order.
Ela, I felt, there is so much here with which I have so little to do.
How much here, I thought, must be wasted on, and lost to, a barbarian sensibility.
- (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 15)